Sail the Dream Sea

Lash yourself
tightly, against
the night’s pull.

Her gravity lulls
in the deepest
of our
nightmare throes.

Leather knot,
bind yourself
or hope is lost
and it was all
for naught.

Sail the dream sea,
tethered, but free
from the lurking
things let loose
by the
Nightmare Queen.

Left hand, behind,
right hand, ahead,
one holds the grip,
and to the other…

rope is fed.

Advance in inches
toward the light
and float above
the blackest night.

Ignore the Queen,
on her throne
of fright.

©️ Obol, 2018.


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